Gemotions

David slammed his laptop shut, the metallic clack echoing in the otherwise quiet apartment. His knuckles were white against the cold, unyielding metal. The journal entry, bearing another person's name, stared back at him from the screen. He felt a deep, almost physical, weariness settle over him, making him struggle to breathe.

He dragged himself over to the sofa, collapsing onto the cushions. The room swam into focus. The injustice of it all, the years of work distilled into a single, stolen piece of writing... it was too much.

His eyelids felt heavy.